Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, Bold I can meet,perhaps may turn his blow! But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh save me from the candid friend!1
No, here s to the pilot that weathered the storm!
The Pilot that weathered the Storm.
Note 1. Defend me from my friends; I can defend myself from my enemies. The French Ana assign to Maréchal Villars this aphorism when taking leave of Louis XIV. [back]